There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need... if you throw salt over your shoulder... if you don't step on the cracks, then maybe you'll be immune. Maybe you'll be able to convince yourself that this could never happen to you.

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.

Read a ton. Take a workshop course so you learn to give and get criticism.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.